Now dressed for work, with my face shorn.
My feet encased in shoes, soles worn.
I stare far off in to thin air.
But shake my head and you're not there
While driving to my job each day,
A voice deep in my soul will say.
This ride with your true love you share.
But quickly look, and you're not there.
Now some with anger would relate,
If these circumstances were their fate.
But I just look to my hearts lair,
And yes my darling, You are there